The Al Capone Suite

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It's the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness.
sometimes I hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this,
say dead like a battery hit'em off with flatery, I don't do it for the cherity,
I have to rap for the veraty, she said yea mother fucker, let's do it on a saturday,
toss the bu cape, grab the mo__ jump in the caddy in we went our way
We up n the dope for the next studio droping the rap and we skat to the show
tramendious track with the doe we blow, some hate that don't even know me though.
we stuff the philly, what's the realli, and we come back easy
Ease I'm high as a mother fucker, probly dies as a motherfucker,
get tried as a motherfucker, get fried as a motherfucker,
but don't let that be ther reason why motherfucker, hardly ber__ far,
do it at the bar but don't take it to far, some man, got leaneant,
foo they got the ingrediants, fuck be a nigga that's seening it,
when you wanna be a nigga that's being it, word.
Put it on a hard way, and by the way like a B n an ash trey,
gotta hit'em like a rickashay, and when the temp-T parley,
and I know cut-throats like scarface, don't hit'em up put'em down on the contract,
make your ass a little too hard to contact
Lord lullibuy, king nicky, gettin gone, yea. off that sticky, it see a copy,
they say they wanna get me, but I got a body gard like wittney

[Master P]
Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on?
[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(No Limit wanna know)
[I said smoke it]
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
[Fiend]
Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga
Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I
The keeper of the reaper
Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal
Pull over, I'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell?
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since God goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
Got a story to tell
Which is, the life of the baddest
Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict
Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit
Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick
I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed
Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin
No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin
Only the green stickin, for the record
[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[I'm a smoker]
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Snoop wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[I said, who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
[Snoop Dogg]
Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough
But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit
I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen
I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam
Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes
I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime
But times done change, now I'm havin mines
And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines
I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it
I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet
For tryin to sell me bullshit
You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town
Now, I'm a smoker
Now you know what that mean?
Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town
Somebody always approach me talkin bout I got the chronic,
We got the chronic. Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with
Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?

Standing alone in a mystery
Standing alone in misery
The start of the war, it's the first to die
So on my own, in not the place to be
First, I see visions of insane men unaware on the
Stairs, caught by the same gang
Pure hatred on young and aged faces there's one, two,
three, but they ain't leaving traces
As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path.
I try to respond, But this just raises a laugh
A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face
I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place
I'm pulling hard on the tair rail, but this ain't my
Night my shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight
I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with
Skull I fight back so hard, but the blades take their
Toll so many shots on target, on the floor curled up
Tight the crazed just won't stop,
Is this finally goodnight?
Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die
And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives.
I'm losing all, all track of time
I feel the pain of a real life crime
Boy they roar, let's open up his head
Hey you;see how far you've pushed this
I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon
I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs
I shout Hey, what am I getting this for?,
I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door .
But the baton rains down, the boots pile in
Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in
The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep
Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep
The baton rains down, the boots pile in
I feel a strange peacefulness building up within
The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red
I feel total release, I think I must be dead
Back alive in the shadow of a dead man
I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails
Instead I grab the hand of the father
I see a face, it's the face of mother
There's someone else, It's the mother of my mother
Whose strong man is helping me
Climb up the stairs from the misery climb and climb,
The stairs from the misery climbing the stairs
For the unaware?
To see

Standing alone in a mystery
Standing alone in misery
The start of the war, it's the first to die
So on my own, in not the place to be
First, I see visions of insane men unaware on the
Stairs, caught by the same gang
Pure hatred on young and aged faces there's one, two,
three, but they ain't leaving traces
As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path.
I try to respond, But this just raises a laugh
A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face
I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place
I'm pulling hard on the tair rail, but this ain't my
Night my shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight
I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with
Skull I fight back so hard, but the blades take their
Toll so many shots on target, on the floor curled up
Tight the crazed just won't stop,
Is this finally goodnight?
Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die
And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives.
I'm losing all, all track of time
I feel the pain of a real life crime
Boy they roar, let's open up his head
Hey you;see how far you've pushed this
I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon
I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs
I shout Hey, what am I getting this for?,
I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door .
But the baton rains down, the boots pile in
Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in
The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep
Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep
The baton rains down, the boots pile in
I feel a strange peacefulness building up within
The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red
I feel total release, I think I must be dead
Back alive in the shadow of a dead man
I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails
Instead I grab the hand of the father
I see a face, it's the face of mother
There's someone else, It's the mother of my mother
Whose strong man is helping me
Climb up the stairs from the misery climb and climb,
The stairs from the misery climbing the stairs
For the unaware?
To see

Come on cuz, we almost there
We almost there cuz
Goddamn, where the finish line
Fuck this shit, I need some chees
And I need the cookie and the nestle
If I have to kill then God bless me
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn't have test me
Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending
Nobody knew what I was going through
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do
But then again all these motherfuckers ain't true
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust
Myself nigga, damn this shit
Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich
I can't take it, the shit to thick
And it ain't my fault
So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right
I'm a kill my damn self the night
I get fear, it ain't my fault he couldn't fight
It ain't like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart
But it's a race, and I got a bad heart
Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start
I'm running for nothing, I'm running for nothing [x8]
So I'm gonna kill myself
A motherfucker tellin' me what he gonna do
When I knew the motherfucker wouldn't do shit
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch
I'm still in the mood for cocaine
The only thing I see when a nigga look
Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder
if it really don't matter
What the fuck you been through
If a motherfucker see you doin' better, my nigga I'm here to tell ya'
Motherfuckers gonna hate you
Not a clue, If I really wanna new motherfucking 22.
far away
I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday
[hook]
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss
Do you understand the cost, ever paid
In order for me to be here tonight
Nigga whats up, something ain't right
Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light
Feeling like an angel when I take flight
Shit, as I try I'm on the damn mic
All my is out of damn sight
Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight
Nigga I ain't Mike I'm Michael
Think I'm in the wrong spot
Not only do I have on black, its too hot
But why my K motherfucker ain't shot
I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I'm talking to you
Slap the clip in the tech 22.
Let the shit fly
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I'm at
Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud
Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood
Looking at me smilin', asking me what
I got cuts, but cuts got down
shit I can't tell
Went from dwellin' in hell on earth, now I'm living inhaling hell

And now, a word from our sponsor..
[KRS-One]
Now technically speakin I ain't 'sposed to be doin this
Like givin information to the ones that are new to this
You wanna make a record and get into the business?
Here's a little plan from a six-year witness
First you gotta understand the music game
It's not about fame, it's about a rich name
and who you're down with, and who you clown with
But most of all, you got to have a gift ( it's like that )
Either music or the fresh lyrics
or a vibe; people like to buy your spirit
Everybody knows KRS-One is dope
To really see it, you gotta use a telescope, hah!
There's no hope when you're shoppin for a deal
Either sex appeal, or the hard street feel
But if you don't have a lawyer you're a GONER
Don't even think about chillin in a sauna
You need a lawyer, and a good manager
Without this, the record companies won't be havin ya
So I'm grabbin ya now and showin ya how
not to get jerked when you do hard work!
It's like that y'all *16X*
One, two, three, WHOO!
[KRS-One]
Yo, there's more to it, but let's get through it
Many MC's reached the top and then BLEW it
You say, I knew it, that last jam was wack
Either you're strung out on crack, or you don't wanna
be black anymore, or, you don't wanna rap anymore
or, you do a wack tour, or, you get in trouble with the law
or, your fans you ignore, or, you get punched in the jaw
cause, you're not hardcore!
What makes a jam isn't luck or fate
It's writin the jams that the people can relate to
Or else they'll HATE you
The public will mark you down as a fake crew
You don't need allathat
Just rap from the heart and you'll have a good start
But a lot of MC's want girls
and wanna live on top of the world
In the jam they wanna flirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!
It's like that y'all *16X*
[KRS-One]
Now understand, rap is rebellious music
Therefore, only the rebel should use it
But pop artists abuse it
When the audience hears real rap, they boo it
See rap music is a culture
And everyone outside that culture is a vulture
The vulture makes money on the culture
Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya
But you're either usin rap like the devil
or you're pushin rap to another level
So don't wait for your company's promotions staff
Promote yourself with your own cash!
But this might mean you can't buy gold
You might have to put that on hold
Cause if the artist falls, they diss him!
But if the company falls, the artist falls with them!
This ain't about a tight skirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!